”at least, in the end, we can all say, 'oh, shit,‟ ©lashtonkink all rights reserved

"tell me, trin, what's bothering you?" "the water, the air, the fire, the earth." "what about those four elements?" "well, they form you and i love you."

he did it over and over. even when he thought he wouldn't do it anymore. he couldn't stop, it was like a drug. it was a habit. it was love. but he went too far.

Luke and Michael are neighbors who both have a tendency to leave their windows open. Fanfiction #9